This morning I am thinking about happiness. Over the winter it became absolutely, completely miserable to simply get out bed in the morning. Something very horrible happened to my lower back. When the pain reached a truly scary point, I got help. Help included a series of PT sessions, and strategic deployment of the heating pad.
This morning it didn't hurt to get out bed. This is not a unique event. It happens a lot recently. Is happiness being able to get out of bed in the morning without screaming? Just for a moment this morning, my glass is not only more than half full, it's overflowing. I have interesting and worthwhile work. I get to ride the coolest machine on the planet to church this morning. I am a beloved wife. Our daughter is in a good spot right now. I am in good health (I proved that by giving blood on Wednesday).
There will always be new projects, but just for today, I choose to look around me and be grateful.